September 21, 2012

Photo credit goes to my darling photographer friend, Josie. <3

September 6, 2012

The Legacy of an Adopted Child

I am adopted.  Some of you may have known this about me, and some of you may have not.  It is a fact of which I am very, very proud.  Unlike some, I have never struggled with the questions or the insecurities ... “why didn’t they love me,” “why didn’t they want me,” and the overbearing feeling of rejection and despair.  In fact, I experience quite the opposite.  My birth mother was 15 years old, and was seriously pressured by her family and friends to have an abortion.  Despite her obvious mistakes, I admire the courage she had to give me up in adoption.  I know she loved me, because she gave me the best life that she could, and she realized that it would not be with her.  She was only a child herself; how could she raise one?  She definitely had no support from her family.

I’ve never met my biological mother, nor do I feel the need to seek her out, but wherever she is, I will never forget her nor the sacrifices she made to save my life.  And she is always in my prayers.

I did not write the poem below, but as an adopted child, it has been embedded on my heart for many years.  I hope they touch your heart in some way.

"Legacy of An Adopted Child"
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first gave you life and the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One gave you up ... it was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me, through your fears.
The age old questions, unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment...
Which are you the product of...
Neither my darling... neither.
Just two different kinds of love.

God bless you, all!